THE UNFORESEEN

     Arriving shortly after 10, I found Kevin very busy tossing trash into the dumpster, and he had strewn mounds of treasures and trash on the back stairs, so I had to pick my way from step to step, but I got in. Doug had already ordered Kevin to clean up the stairs.
     There was a college-educated, tall, handsome young man mopping the dining room—doing community service for a faux pas.
     Dinner was in the oven, and there were donated deli sandwiches for lunch. The PBJs were in the fridge, waiting to be bagged. I was just about to begin that process when Doug's mom called. She was sick and needed to be taken to hospital. Naturally, Doug left, and life at the shelter went on without a hitch, but only because two of us were there who are not regulars.
     Tall Handsome and I sacked the PBJs, then we made up meat sandwiches for 15 sack lunches. One of the office ladies came to help us set out the lunch fare and plate the dinners. By 1:00, everything was done! Even Kevin's quarters were neat and tidy.
     When Doug finally called, he reported that Mom had a mild heart attack and pheumonia—it could have been worse. I'm not going in tomorrow, and I well imagine that Doug will be with his family, so the kitchen is on its own—not even office workers will be there.
     See you on Sunday, unless the unforeseen is seen again.